Over and over, my pen, has it's own way.
Can't reason with my muse, cause His Spirit
is replacin that, muse, of yesterday.
Simple or profound, short or long, bold or a gentle, loving plea.
The one thing that, they all contain: is that you: HIM, do turn to, now, and for eternity!
To see Him, in your dreams,  in nature, in all things round ya, all the time,
Time, is why He won't let me be, my pen return to,  me.
It's time, yes time, He's callin loud and clear:
My children you must come to me, my Word you must,
to your life adhere. and with your ear, my call, hear, too!
Yes, times runnin, out: and I WANT YOU!-- most.
With Me and all heaven's,
host,
for eternity, come, listen to: my
HOLY GHOST.!!

He's in you, or available at, least, and you mustn't anymore, put off,
or just, plain, ignore,
Please just come, nothin else left to do.
I'm waitin, and callin, and pleadin, too!

Just come; and I'll with arms wide open, give you life eternal, I'll save, and adore, and what a welcome, I have waitin, waitin: JUST,
for you!